Her breathing was now clearly audible. The air from her lungs warming her wrists and hands. She was slightly embarrassed about being heard. Maybe it was the open enjoyment and the vulnerability it signified. Humorous given the current circumstances. Whatever the case may be, there was little room to process it further. The back of her neck was flushed and...
Chapter one: The arrival You have arrived in New Zealand with the idea that we would try living together, I had found an apartment and you had already arranged work before you came.. The day was bleak raining and cold and I had dressed carefully before going to the airport to pick you up. I was both nervous and excited, finally we would be together after mo...
Pulled out of the memory by the pop and crackle of cheap speakers straining to handle the beat of the song's bass line that the stripper on stage gyrates her ass to, which has the unfortunate effect of reminding me of Kelsey. It still only a month since it ended between us, the lingering pain of it ripping at me inside, and I take another sip of the auburn l...
I am a single woman of 26, but I am in a live-in relationship with a great guy. We have been together for over a year, and things are good. We share a nice apartment in a good suburban neighborhood. Someday we may be husband and wife, but we are not rushing it. His name is Brad, mine is Susan. We enjoy each others company, and we usually spend evenings watc...
Note: This was written a while ago without lit.com in mind. It doesn't exactly fit the usual formula here of lots of fairly detailed sex. In some of my stories I enjoy creating imagery more than writing explicit detail and this is one of them. * She was driving back to the office from lunch when her Bluetooth Buzzed in her ear. She looks at the number....
At the end of "Wasted Years" the older gentleman and the much younger woman had finally fallen asleep in a huge hammock outside their cottage, following a night of festive dining and drinking. The author strongly suggests that you read the first segment before this one. Decades of habit caused my eyes to open with the first rays of the sun. You were lying n...
I'm not quite sure what the word is for the way I'm feeling right now. Awkward, maybe; uncomfortable; embarrassed, possibly. There seem no words apt enough to describe my mood. Perhaps it's the injustice of the situation; here I am, a man, forced into voyeurism by circumstance. But I am here nonetheless, seated humbly and awaiting the ultimate humiliation....
I had just put my girlfriend on a plane for home. Unfortunately I was going to be spending spring break at school doing research. Ever since moving to Boston to go to grad school in History, I had been extraordinarily lucky with the ladies. The men in Boston tended to be rather effeminate, and while some chicks liked having a guy like them to talk to some ch...
We jump in the car and head out for a night of club'n. You are wearing a nice silk shirt and finally, the leather skirt I bought for special occasions. It has a slit so high that there is almost nothing left to the imagination. A good breeze would reveal your new crotch less panties. As we are driving to the club my hand finds its way up your skirt and enjoy...
All of my stories are true. Most of them happen in the 1970's when sex was still safe. One of the more enjoyable parts of being Head of Security in a luxury apartment complex was the people watching. I got to see all kinds of different people come and go about their daily lives. Most stopped by to at least say a hello and indulge in some brief chit chat. On...